2ND MOORISH WOMAN.
What then shall we do
Whose hearts are so young?
4TH MOORISH WOMAN.
Though cruel his laws,
Attended by woes,
Away with your arms,
Submit to his charms!
TOGETHER.
His whims ye must follow,
His transports though fleet,
His pinings too sweet
Though often comes sorrow,
The thousand delights
The wounds of his darts
Still charm all the hearts.
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ACT III.
SCENE I.--BERALDE, ARGAN, TOINETTE.
BER. Well, brother, what do you say to that? Isn't it as good as a
dose of cassia?
TOI. Oh! good cassia is a very good thing, Sir.
BER. Now, shall we have a little chat together.
ARG. Wait a moment, brother, I'll be back directly.
TOI. Here, Sir; you forget that you cannot get about without a stick.
ARG. Ay, to be sure.
SCENE II.--BERALDE, TOINETTE.
TOI. Pray, do not give up the interest of your niece.
BER. No, I shall do all in my power to forward her wishes.
TOI. We must prevent this foolish marriage which he has got into his
head, from taking place. And I thought to myself that it would be a
good thing to introduce a doctor here, having a full understanding of
our wishes, to disgust him with his Mr. Purgon, and abuse his mode of
treating him. But as we have nobody to act that part for us, I have
decided upon playing him a trick of my own.
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